Chey was still practicing when she heard a voice down below. She peered over to the side, on her tip toes and having made the giant ball beneath her stop rolling. She flushed bright red at Finn’s words, looking a little upset. She wasn’t exactly sure what to say, when Adrein walked up and seemed to be gesturing to the wolf boy. Cheyenne continued to keep quiet, resting back on her full feet and folding her hands in front of her until Vindle walked out and gave his opinion on tattoos as well. She looked a bit sad now. After all, she’d been told much worse, but it was usually by half drunk patrons and not her fellow freaks. [b]”Okay,”[/b] she said quietly, picking up her feet again and rolling the ball and thus herself a little further from the boys, in case they decided to say more things. She thought she’d be a little happier if she couldn’t overhear. She almost ran over Tod though and quickly stopped herself, blushing once more, a little embarrassed. [b]”I’m sorry, I didn’t see you at first,”[/b] she apologized, though she hardly thought he’d have noticed anyway. He seemed to be in a bit of a daze. She moved herself just a few feet further and slid off the ball, starting to roll it behind a set of the curtains where props were kept.